September 3-6, 2010

So, we had plans to go to Connecticut this weekend to help Dave finish remodeling his basement. And you know what happens when we make plans to go somewhere? Hurricanes call the media and get everyone all hyped up about how big and ferocious they are, and cause everyone to cancel their weekend plans. And then that hurricane ends up being a big wuss. On one hand we have the thought of, "Yay hurricane! Thanks for not blowing our house down!" But on the other hand, we have "... but couldn't you have at LEAST blew the crappy siding off of our house so insurance would pay for something new and pretty?" Can't win them all.

So we suddenly had three whole days to work on the house with no real plan. So we made one. And everyone knows all good plans start with food:

Mike prepping the beef bourguinon

Saturday morning we woke up bright and early to see if anything cool washed up on the beach from the storm.  No hidden treasure was found, but we did enjoy the waves!

After our morning at the beach, we finished removing the ugly chain link fence in the back yard.  We are SO excited so see that fence rolled up and stacked into a neat little pile, waiting for the metal removal people to come pick it up!  We were also able to repair our wooden fence by replacing some missing boards.  

After we temporarily removed our wooden fence, we could see the lovely weeds/trees that had been growing between the fence for a couple of years.

Note: when you throw a can in your backyard, IT DOESN'T JUST MAGICALLY DISAPPEAR. $20 says this can is older than me.

Right now the wooden fence pieces are just leaning against the post and will tackle putting them back in the posts next weekend.

We also tackled the front yard weed catastrophe this weekend.  For the second time.  And that's not cool.  So we pulled them out by the roots (I'm sure you can imagine that I went a little OCD on this part) and Mike and I dug up all the soil and took it out of the flower beds, which started yet ANOTHER project: the "fill up that lame-excuse-for-a-firepit-hole-in-the-yard" project. We are excited to see the hole slowly disappear; however, Ted is pretty sad that he no longer has a hole full weird things to smell.

Ted protecting his favorite smelling spot

Ted's arch nemesis: The Super Wagon.

However, Mike and I made our first trip ever to Building 19, which is like an Ocean State Job Lot on crack.  Amongst the piles of prison shoes we found a large area rug for the dogs to create a pretty sweet "dog play area" down in the basement. We cut our old foam queen size mattress into thirds and covered up one of them with a blanket to make a gigantic dog bed. We also sandwiched their crate between two stacks of Rubbermaid containers so that it would stay dim (dachshund's favorite lighting.)   I think they will like this better than that old hole.

Yes, prison shoes.

Dog palace!

That pretty much wraps up our weekend - looking forward to finishing our fence project next week!